HIM lyrics

[Intro: Co Cash]
(Red, that ho so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Ayy, so I just went and took some more time to reflect in the mirror and sh*t
Lookin' at all the ice 'round my motherf*ckin' neck
It's just like that sh*t clicked, that motherf*cker lit

[Chorus: Co Cash]
Young n*gga poppin' sh*t, ballin', they callin' him poppa
b*tch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram
Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly
So I might walk with a limp
I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three
Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp
Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box
You get shot before you even make an attempt
I'm a big fish in this water
The b*tch left with mе 'cause she say that her n*gga's a shrimp
Just wantеd to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' sh*t on ya
I'm sendin' you right back to him
You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn't make you exempt
Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' b*tch that I'm him, you too busy f*ckin' with them

[Verse 1: Co Cash]
b*tch, I'm that man, I'm that n*ggasI'm serious
n*ggas can't f*ck with me, period
I'm in Liberia rockin' Amiri, they made with expensive material
I might turn this exotic Glock into a throwaway, f*ck it, let's scratch off the serial
Couple hundred on my jewelry, bet not get near it or they gonna be missin' 'em dearly
We gotta keep it discreet, B&B or the suite, b*tch, you know you can't come to the spot
Don't put my trust in no ho and if ever go, can't let it be 'cause of a thot
You thought it was sweet and I get it, I'm somethin' like a critic
I'm already peepin' the plot
f*ck it, let's make it a film, that beam like a lens, I'm makin' sure I get the shot
b*tches say they love the way a young n*gga be dressin', I'm rockin' expensive aesthetics
If I'm feelin' threatened, you can get bussed like I'm bidness but I never been in athletics
Cut him off soon as I feel like a n*gga gon' tell it
That friendly sh*t, gotta dead it
Told him before the committee, gon' stand on the business but I gotta make him respect it
[Chorus: Co Cash]
Young n*gga poppin' sh*t, ballin', they callin' him poppa
b*tch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram
Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly
So I might walk with a limp
I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three
Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp
Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box
You get shot before you even make an attempt
I'm a big fish in this water
The b*tch left with me 'cause she say that her n*gga's a shrimp
Just wanted to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' sh*t on ya
I'm sendin' you right back to him
You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn't make you exempt
Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' b*tch that I'm him, you too busy f*ckin' with them

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
She talk to her friend 'bout a n*gga she met, I'm him
You wanna save her, that ho ain't exempt
I keep that .40, Shawn Kemp
She f*ckin' a boss, I must be him
Flawless diamonds, this ain't them
He got flaws, I'm not him
The way I be rockin', the sh*t I be puppin'
I'm killin' you n*gga murder attempt
For the record no f*ck with exempt
Yeah, it's up there, stuck to the blimp
She like lobster, shrimp (Scampi), I like pasta
n*gga, I'm a monster, nothin' but millionaires on my roster
See a f*ck n*gga, we may rob 'em
Don't need the money, it's for the principle
f*ck n*ggas think that they ass is invisible
See you n*ggas through Cartiers
Me and my plug just parted ways
We got some money, a lot of days
Lot of money, lot of jewels, yeah, decades
You owe the jeweler, I am not him
Own my sh*t, got the titles and whips
This not a rental, own the house and the land
I'm really gettin' money, quit playin'
[Chorus: Co Cash]
Young n*gga poppin' sh*t, ballin', they callin' him poppa
b*tch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram
Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly
So I might walk with a limp
I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three
Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp
Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box
You get shot before you even make an attempt
I'm a big fish in this water
The b*tch left with me 'cause she say that her n*gga's a shrimp
Just wanted to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' sh*t on ya
I'm sendin' you right back to him
You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn't make you exempt
Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' b*tch that I'm him, you too busy f*ckin' with them